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About Mogilev

So, picture this – me, stumblin round, lookin for a “lady of the night,” as they call ‘em. Not my usual gig! Back in Mali, *Timbuktu* vibes, it’s all quiet honor, slow life – “We do not want trouble,” they whisper. But here? Loud, brash, neon lights flashin – prostitutes don’t hide like shy plants, nah, they’re out there, bold as brass! Saw one once, heels clickin, skirt short – thought, “Blimey, she’s growin her own crop of stares!” Made me chuckle, we swears!

No lie, the river Zvezda cuts through the city, creatin' mad spots to chill. The water glints at sundown – damn near poetic, like a flash of brilliance from that movie. I remember one time, sun was fallin', and I just stood there, thinkin’ “This is it. This is the magic!” Then, the wind grabbed my hair, and I nearly lost my cool – hilarious and kinda tragic all at once, ya get me?

Blink and you’ll missus